Indulging our creative arts in Sydney

Training it.

Last weekend was a glorious one to spend in Sydney.  It actually made me miss the place we used to live, just a smidge.  The weather was spectacular and we paraded ourselves around the harbour city like true tourists. 

Many months ago, Nanoo had gotten us tickets to see the musical West Side Story at the Opera House.  What started off as being just a girl's trip to see the show, turned into an adventure seeking the creative.  Milly has been studying the Australian artist Brett Whiteley at school, so we took the weekend away as a chance to expose Milly to some of the places he lived, worked and painted.

We took the train down and arrived in Circular Quay mid morning.  We had a good walk around, taking in the views of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House, and watched some buskers.  We then visited Gelato Messina for the best gelato in Sydney, then it was more walking around being tourists and taking photos before heading inside the Opera House for the show.

Being a tourist.

Gelato Messina's "Old Gregg".  Baileys gelato with ripples of butterscotch sauce.

I never tire of looking at Sydney Harbour on a beautiful day.

Sydney Opera House

What can I say about the show?  It was fantastic.  Live orchestra, set design clever, costuming perfect, choreography fresh, the young cast were brilliant and so talented.  Milly enjoyed herself.  She loved the dancing and her favourite character was Anita and the performance of the song"America".

After the show we caught a ferry across the harbour to Kirribilli to where we were lodging for the night.  A quick rest and refresh before heading out for dinner and a catch up with Corin, Yin and Casper. 

Ferry time.

Recharging.

Never gets old and always looks more glorious - it's just a bridge.

The next day we said goodbye to our lodge and hit the pavement for a bit of walking.  First stop was to show Milly, Brett and Wendy Whiteley's home at Lavender Bay where he painted some of his famous works.  Then we explored Wendy's secret garden that she began creating after Brett died.  The garden had evolved so much since I had last seen it, and it really is a beautiful and peaceful place to wander and contemplate.

We left Lavender Bay and walked around the harbour to Luna Park for another tourist photo before catching a ferry back to the city, grabbing a train and walking to Brett Whiteley's old studio and gallery.

Then it was back on the train and home again, home again, jiggety jig. 

Great B&B.

The Whiteley's house perched above Lavender Bay and the garden.

Just one of many secret paths leading you to another hidden set of paths.

Outside Brett Whiteley's studio.

Until next time Sydney.